northernbook Chapter 120: The Best Sign (Part )
Chapter 120: The Best Sign (Part )
Chu Huanjun smiled and nodded: "As long as Xiaotao has fun."
He looked up at the willow trees. Thousands of green ribbons were swaying in the wind, and the red ribbons filled with people's wishes were fluttering in the spring light.
Every mortal who writes down a wish hopes for it to come true, but does the flower god really hear their wishes? No one has ever seen the flower god, and no one can truly know.
"Since we're here, why not..."
Chu Huanjun handed over the two red ribbons he'd hidden in his sleeves for so long. He wasn't a superstitious person, but today, for some reason, he'd been the first to arrive at the Flower God Temple and buy the red ribbons from the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest smiled and congratulated him, saying he'd won the lottery and that any wish he made would come true.
But before the red ribbon was handed to Tao Yao, her eyes suddenly drifted to the other side.
Lu Che's voice came from the other side: "Arnold! What are you doing over there?"
Tao Yao suddenly broke into a sweet smile, and like a little rabbit, she waved and jumped towards Lu Che.
Her pastel-colored sleeves flowed through Chu Huanjun's fingers as softly as flowing water. Chu Huanjun, waking up from a dream, followed Tao Yao's back and looked at her running figure.
The pink hem of her skirt fluttered in beautiful arcs as she walked, stepping over the ashes and willow catkins on the ground, splashing the spring catkins all over the ground, dyeing the crimson hem of her skirt light red and dark red, just like a peach branch full of flowers, some light and some bright.
Lu Che also clutched a pair of red ribbons in his hands. He glanced warily at Chu Huanjun, his eyes filled with hostility. Chu Huanjun, however, smiled generously and bowed to him from a distance, unfazed.
Tao Yao pushed Lu Che to leave and whispered, "Let's go, let's go inside and pray."
Lu Che's gaze remained fixed on Chu Huanjun. He asked, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
"No, no!" Tao Yao interrupted him quickly, "Lu Che! We're here to have fun and have fun today, so let's ignore those unhappy people and things."
As soon as Tao Yao finished speaking, Lu Che's gloomy face suddenly brightened up, and he smiled brightly along with her.
Lu Che placed a piece of red cloth in Tao Yao's palm and said softly, "Here, if you have any wish, write it down and hang it on the tree. It will definitely come true."
Tao Yao smiled and took Lu Che's arm, shaking her head. "Let's go to the temple and burn some incense first, and tell the Flower God our wishes in person. Then, come out and write them on a red cloth and make a wish. Maybe it will be more effective!"
Lu Che raised his hand and gently rubbed the back of Tao Yao's head. Tao Yao pretended to resist and twisted her head like a rattle. The peach blossom pendant on her hairpin sparkled and looked beautiful and heart-warming.
"All up to you." Lu Che said with a smile.
Chu Huanjun just stood at a distance and watched Tao Yao holding Lu Che's arm. The two of them walked into the lobby of the Flower God Temple with laughter. The hand holding the red cloth that had not yet been given away unconsciously clenched into a fist.
For some reason, in the sunny March weather, Chu Huanjun suddenly felt that the wind was a little strong and a little cold.
Therefore, he could not help but tighten his thin spring shirt, and casually stuffed the red cloth into Song Zhishou's hand, saying, "This is a reward for you."
Song Zhishou watched Chu Huanjun's face turn pale and blue, feeling afraid. He really didn't know whether he should take the red cloth or not, so he pushed the red cloth back with trembling hands.
"Uh... Your Majesty, I don't have any wishes to make... This is still..."
Chu Huanjun's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and his face seemed to have a few big words written on it: "Even you want to reject me." His cold eyes glared at Song Zhishou one after another, scaring him so much that the hairs on his body stood on end.
This prince's thoughts are hard to guess, especially when he is caught in a love mystery, he is even harder to deal with.
Song Zhishou took the red ribbon tremblingly. Suddenly, Chu Huanjun's voice rang in his ears: "Make a good wish. This is a lucky number and will come true."
In a flash, Song Zhishou suddenly felt like a bean under a millstone. Chu Huanjun, his immediate superior, was the huge millstone pressing down on him, about to crush him to pieces.
"Ah, my Lord, I have decided what I want to wish for."
As Song Zhishou spoke, he took out the ink brush he always carried from his waist and quickly wrote a line of neat small characters on the red cloth:
May the country of Chu be peaceful and prosperous, may wars be put to an end, may the world be at peace, and may all injustices in the world be redressed one day.
After finishing writing, Song Zhishou handed the red cloth strip to Chu Huanjun and bowed respectfully.
"My humble opinion. Your Highness, take a look. Is there anything else you can add to it?"
Chu Huanjun read Song Zhishou's wish in a low voice, smiled knowingly, and said, "You wrote it very well. I have nothing to add."
After saying that, Chu Huanjun found the longest, most flexible and lush willow branch and carefully tied the red cloth strip to the branch.
"I've never believed in gods or Buddhas. Everything depends on human effort. As long as you set your mind to it, there's nothing you can't accomplish."
Chu Huanjun raised his head and looked at the red cloth he had tied on the willow branch fluttering in the wind, and his heart moved.
He still held a piece of red cloth in his hand, originally intending to write one for Taoyao and one for himself. But now that Taoyao couldn't write with him, the extra piece suddenly became meaningless.
Chu Huanjun crumpled the red cloth into a ball and put it in his pocket.
There will always be a chance. Next time, I must tie the red ribbon on the branch with her.
Write down their wishes that are only about each other.
"Your Highness is right. Everything depends on human effort," Song Zhishou echoed. "If gods truly existed, how could they bear to see the world engulfed in war and the people starving? People believe in gods, probably because they have no leaders they can rely on in this world, so they're willing to believe in these vague myths and legends."
Chu Huanjun smiled slightly and said calmly: "Zhishou, shut up. You say too much."
Song Zhishou bowed and said, "My humble words are too humble. This is the Temple of the Flower God. I'm sure the gods will forgive me."
Chu Huanjun smiled, shook his head, waved his hand, and said with a sigh, "Let's go. It's so boring here."
On the other side, Tao Yao and Lu Che were in front of the main hall, burning incense respectfully in front of the statue of the Goddess of Flowers, and then bowing devoutly in front of the statue. Suddenly, they found a Taoist priest interpreting lots nearby, so Tao Yao begged Lu Che to shake a lot with her.
The two of them bowed three times to the flower god, recited their thoughts devoutly, and then shook the fortune stick box quickly.
Two wooden sticks flew out of the tube. Tao Yao picked them up excitedly. One was number thirty-six and the other was number forty-seven.
"Congratulations to the two donors. Both of them are excellent lots." The Taoist priest who interpreted the lots smiled and congratulated Tao Yao and Lu Che.